Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.

War is the trade of kings.

Is it not evident, in these last hundred years (when the Study of Philosophy has been the business of all the Virtuosi in Christendome) that almost a new Nature has been revealed to us? that more errours of the School have been detected, more useful Experiments in Philosophy have been made, more Noble Secrets in Opticks, Medicine, Anatomy, Astronomy, discover'd, than in all those credulous and doting Ages from Aristotle to us? So true it is that nothing spreads more fast than Science, when rightly and generally cultivated.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.